CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

GINEVRA

The blood which had soaked me up earlier had dried up against my skin, causing the feel of disgust.

From my stab wound, blood had continuously overflown. I was in pain, but I had a goal. Until my goal was attained, I didn’t care if I bled to death.

I brought my bike to a stop when Sanchez's headquarters came into view. My binoculars were gripped in both hands while I monitored the entire vicinity.

Soldiers, lots of them, stationed on guard with their guns in hand.

They were expecting me.

I was weak, bloodied, disgusted, battered, and I was alone, about to face vicious animals all by myself.

I sat in contemplation on my motorbike. To move forward, or to give up?

I chose the former.

Like I said, this world of ours, the mafia was a death pact. It was until death did you apart.

If today was my day, I'd accept it but not before making the most out of it.

Picking up my phone, I dialed the manor. Paulo answered. "How is he?" my voice shook as I enquired about Raul’s con